Mysterious level up! Shen Ye cries and begs for reconciliation again

Fan He has always been approachable and gentle in the company.

He was just unhappy about being kicked out of the company today, and on impulse he came to scare Fan He. Who could have thought that this man was doing completely different things behind his back!

Xu Wei's mind was a mess now, fear controlled all his senses, and he was shaking like a sieve.

In front of him, Fan He took out the smooth and sharp knife, put it against his sticky face, and tapped it a few times.

"Xiao Xu, if you have such a poor mental state, why don't you learn to stalk, kidnap and kill people?"

Xu Wei felt the cold blade of the knife on his face, his heart almost jumped into his throat, and his voice was shaking and out of tune.

"Mr. Fan, this is really a misunderstanding..."

'bang bang bang-'

After three gunshots, the cries for mercy stopped abruptly. Xu Wei, half-kneeling on the ground, had a pleading and frightened expression frozen on his face.

The stiff body was supported before it fell to the ground.

Fan He wiped the blood splattered on his face and gave instructions to the driver who was supporting Xu Wei's body.

"Take care of it."

The driver nodded his head and took out a plastic bag from the trunk and stuffed the person directly into it to prevent the blood from flowing everywhere.

Qi Yan took it all in, and his expression did not change from beginning to end.

She didn't get off the car until the driver had finished handling the scene and drove away. The following tracking was unusually smooth throughout the journey, perhaps because she found out the person who was following her had slacked off.

Qi Yan watched the entire process of carefully disposing of the body.

When everything was done, it was already dawn. Fan He returned home as if nothing had happened, and Qi Yan also returned to the house that Han Ting had prepared for her.

underground garage.

Qi Yan had just gotten out of a sports car. The low-key Maybach stopped in front of her and the opaque rear window slowly lowered.

That pale and handsome face appeared. He was wearing a hospital gown and even had nutrient solution in his hand.

He had no expression on his face, his dark eyes were calm and peaceful, he just stared at her straight, as if he wanted to see holes in her body.

When Qi Yan saw the person coming, he turned the supercar keys in his hand and leaned casually against the car body to look at him.

"Master Shen, what are you doing here if you're not in the hospital?"

Shen Rao stared at her for a long time without answering, until she impatiently raised her foot to leave, then he spoke.

The voice was not loud, but a little hoarse.

"let's talk."

Qi Yan stopped and was about to say that there was nothing to talk about, but turned around and saw his quiet and fragile appearance as if he had just recovered from a serious illness.

The words that were on the tip of his tongue turned around and were swallowed back.

In the end, she got into the Maybach. As soon as the door was closed, the car drove out. Qi Yan didn't ask where it was going.

Neither of them spoke, and the carriage fell into a dull silence.

In the end, it was Shen Rao who spoke first.

The hand with the IV drip was resting on the gauze-wrapped wrist, which he gripped lightly.

"I'm sorry for what Gu Qing did. He will come and apologize to you."

"No need." Qi Yan shifted his eyes away from his hand and said lightly.

"Gu Qing was wrong in this matter. I will compensate you and you don't have to pay back the money." He suddenly paused, took a deep breath and continued, "From now on, we owe each other nothing."

"..."

Qi Yan suddenly looked up, and saw his black eyes full of forbearance, and his hands that were shaking from exerting so much strength.

Her brows suddenly furrowed, and she quickly pried his hands apart, laying them flat to prevent blood from flowing back from the needle, and then her face turned cold.

"The wound is open, don't you feel any pain?"

The gauze wrapped around the wrist was stained red with blood, which showed how much force Shen Rao had used to hold the wrist.

Qi Yan's not-so-nice tone made Shen Rao's emotions collapse. He completely ignored the bleeding wrist and his gradually pale face.

He looked at her with red eyes and a trembling voice.

"Qi Yan, I'm so tired, really so tired."

The pain in his hands was nothing compared to the pain in his heart. He covered half of his face with his hands, trying to pick up the little self-esteem he had in front of her.

"I have been looking for you for three years. I haven't had a good sleep in these three years. My dreams are all about you. I dream about you over and over again, and when I wake up, you disappear again. I am really going crazy."

"Now you're back, but you don't tell me anything, why did you disappear three years ago, why did you break up, you always push me away, I don't dare to ask you where you went before, because I know you won't tell me, I don't even dare to ask you if you ever liked me even a little bit."

"Qi Yan, I am also a human being. I also have a heart. I will feel pain, I will bleed, and I will die..."

He was a little out of breath when he spoke, but he still told everything. He was not a saint, and it was impossible for him to have no complaints over the years.

He hated her for leaving without saying goodbye and hated her coldness and heartlessness, but he loved her even more.

This love mixed with hatred is stubborn and repressive, torturing people repeatedly without relief.

Qi Yan's expression became somewhat complicated and subtle, but in the end he just said something in a low voice.

"sorry."

Shen Rao's body trembled slightly, his eyes were closed tightly, and a line of tears flowed out of his eye sockets, which were hot but felt cold.

It took him a while to find his voice again.

"I don't want an apology."

"……sorry."

Qi Yan lowered his eyebrows and spoke again.

Once again, she proved that she had nothing to offer but an apology.

Shen Rao suddenly grabbed her wrist, ignoring the blood flowing back from the needle in his other hand, feeling painful and crazy.

"Qi Yan, I don't want your apology. You can leave me temporarily and say nothing, but you can't do this to me. I beg you, can you look at me? Can you be nicer to me?"

"What Han Ting gave you, I can give you a hundred times or a thousand times. Even if you use me, even if you lie to me, please don't abandon me, okay?"

Qi Yan looked at the twisted pleading, sorrow and helplessness in his eyes and felt as if stabbed by something. He immediately looked away and spoke slowly.

"sorry."

"..."

Shen Rao covered his face with his hands, his body curled up in pain, and his final struggle ended in failure.

Will he never be able to win against Qi Yan?

This unclear relationship tortured him to the point where he was no longer human.

The pride and ease of the past are no longer visible, only endless suffering.

He is really tired.

Shen Rao closed his eyes tiredly, leaned against the car window, put his hands down, and let the burning tears flow down.

"Qi Yan, we owe nothing to each other."

Qi Yan stood downstairs, recalling the scene in the car just now. The blood, pain, and tears combined together to form the Shen Rao at that time.

She put her hand on her chest, and there was an indescribable feeling there, like a pain.

Realizing this, she suddenly laughed. It was not a deep laugh, and it seemed like she was mocking herself but also like something else. She took out a cigarette box from her pocket, took out a cigarette and lit it.

He took a deep breath and exhaled a cloud of gray smoke, only then did he suppress the discomfort in his heart.

She lowered her head and took a few puffs, then put out the cigarette butt with her toes, sniffed, stamped her feet, gathered her clothes and went upstairs.

The weather is getting colder, and winter is coming to the imperial capital.